Broken, but Fixed. Okay, yet Dying

Is It Bad?

Is it bad that I compare myself to every girl that I see?

My eyes aren't as pretty as hers.

My body isn't as skinny as hers.

My hair isn't as nice as hers.

My clothes aren't as new as hers.

Is it bad that I get extremely paranoid doing basic tasks?

What if I don't have enough change.

What if they don't have what I'm looking for.

What if I drop something.

What if I make a mess.

Is it bad that I'm scared everyone is judging me so I have to be like them?

Wear my hear down like them.

Put on eyeliner like them.

Wear 'Pink' like them.

Use words like them.

Is it bad that I know I'll never be good enough?

I'll never be smart enough like Billy.

I'll never be creative enough like Yady.

I'll never be pretty enough like Crystal.

I'll never be brave enough like Angel.

Is it bad that every single day I wish to be anyone, but me?
If so then I'll try to change or push it aside so I can be more like them.